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Holy crap, ya'll. Read. This. Book.

"I wanted to fall in love, marry a dork like me, make more dorks. I wanted game nights, summer nerdcations to Ren fairs and Orlando, a better reason than my own sweet tooth for baking Yoda cupcakes. I had imagined what it would be like to leap in and make a life with someone. Make babies that were a blend of us. It must be a kind of magic, to create a kid with my husband's nose and my own deep-set eyes."

Okay, so I'm gonna need Ms. Jackson to get out of my head, thankyouverymuch. This is the second book by Jackson that I've read and both reviews so far have started with a quote from the book that touched me. This one reached right inside me and grabbed hold.

Also, any author who uses the term catty-whompered in their novel is my hero.

"I was pregnant with a secret mixed-race baby, carrying on an investigative flirtation with my in-the-dark baby daddy, and I honestly had the least fucked-up life of any adult in the house."

"People didn't take this crap seriously enough, acting like sex was something New York advertisers had invented to sell Coke and soap. Sex was offered up like asprin to the mildly wounded. You just need to go get laid, pretty folks on television and in movies told each other after breakups, or work upsets, or if anybody acted mildly grumpy. As if sex were as simple a sin as eating a second scoop of Ben & Jerry's."

"I personally would love to be rolled back for surgery to find that my twilight sleep would be managed by one of the Super Friends. It might be a little disconcerting for non-nerds, though."

Holy crap, ya'll. Read. This. Book.